Travel Stories
Mr. Doctor Kok To Shaman

The Prameswara family, a large family that controlled a hill-sized land where their house was established. It is said that the founder of the family did a great service to the Surakarta Palace family, and got the hill as a gift. In fact, it can be said that the grandfather, Mr. Hardiman, became the first settler in this area, which later, followed by many other settlers to form a small village. That makes Mr. Hardiman treated like an elder there, although the fact that he is also famous as a champion without a match may also have an influence. The vast land, with abundant wealth, still plus the linuwih ability of Mr. Hardiman, make the Prameswara family treated like a little king, well, well, maybe also because indeed Mr. Hardiman himself still has a close relationship with the palace, making it reasonable to do.

Since childhood, Prameswara is not like other peers. When many others are engrossed in playing, he will undergo a variety of martial and spiritual exercises, which makes him a somewhat introverted person. He doesn't have too many friends. Only Anton and two other friends spoke to him often. But as Prameswara's abilities strengthen, he is often talking in empty air, leaving both of their friends terrified and beginning to distance himself. Anton, meanwhile, chooses not to care and becomes the only friend of the strange boy. Until finally, Mr. Alfons took him away from this place and gave him a chance at life that he could currently enjoy. Inevitably, worry surfaced in his heart. Pops is a man he has a lot of respect for, and so far, only a friend from the past who lost contact 15 years ago is the only hope he has. If Prameswara doesn't want to help him, he really doesn't know what else to do. The shadow of the incident in the video does not want to escape from his head.

"Master?"

Hearing this voice, Anton turned his head. A handsome young man with an athletic body stood there. With jeans and a turtle neck shirt, unable to disguise his clay body, the young man looked at him intensely. Just a moment later, a wide smile appeared, making the handsome face with a modern military-style haircut soften in the joy of memories as his greeting developed into a carefree cry.

"BRICKS!!! You really are Bogang!!!" he cried cheerfully as his steps flew and grabbed his best friend, a figure who disappeared 15 years ago.

A bitter warmth flowed into Anton's heart as Prameswara dissolved into the questions and jokes and memories that once filled their day. It is true that Prameswara never forgets the figure of his best friend, although the latter may never appear if there is nothing like this.

What kind of friend am I. I even showed up here just because I needed help, Anton's mind was bitter.

"You, big brother, after the success of the same old man, now remember coming home huh?" the candlestick after the euphoria that melanda a little subsided.

Anton laughed a little. Prameswara always called him big brother. In the past, although the strange boy mastered various types of martial arts, he never wanted to retaliate when beaten, which eventually made Anton would always stand up to defend him. Until in one of the fights, Anton's front teeth loose due to the fist of one of his opponents. That's where the name Bogang came from.

"I'm not cut out to be a big brother, Mes. Wong kok brother said." he replied weakly without being able to withstand the embarrassment that arises, aware that the purpose came only because it needed help.

"Haish, what's that talk. For me, Bogang yes Bogang. Big brother who does not recede to protect his sister, even though he must be a bogang finally." said Prameswara with a laugh.

"Asu, yes wong my sister sucks. All karate, jiu jitsu, until pencak silat proficient, lha kok even choose to be a ball. Yo I can't take it." Anton replied with a laugh, unconsciously back to his old self. An uncontrollable figure that was slightly covered by the education and culture he had spent his time in. The uncomfortable shackles that bound his heart slipped slowly as the two of them dissolved into nostalgia. But not to mention Anton had time to express the problem that caused his arrival, suddenly the young man who previously still told stories and laughed stood up. His face hardened as his sharp eyes glared towards the open door.

"Who are you looking for here" he said firmly, inevitably, making Anton a little trepid when after a silence, prameswara's eyes glanced at him before he again barked fiercely at the door that contained no one.

"That's your choice. Don't blame me if I act cruelly" he said again, but this time, he muttered words Anton was unable to understand. Simultaneously, the young man's left hand moved swiftly, as if it was gripping someone's neck as his right hand formed a palm and pointed in the same direction as his left.

Lha, dammit. This boy is getting worse. Only, now fear began to fill his heart. He used to have an opinion that Prameswara is just a classic example of a mild psychiatric disorder due to having no friends, but after seeing the contents of the video Terry sent, he was no longer too sure.

"Bardi Mas, Mas?!"

Responding to his call, the burly figure had immediately moved.

"I'm asking for help Mas, find dlingo benglay and lawe. Usually in the bawang mangu market there are. Please, Mas."

"Excuse me, Mas!". replied the man quickly. And apparently, Mas Bardi, the security guard did not think this was strange. He glanced at his master guests with a familiar look, nodded and immediately passed with an efficiency that was not inferior to a member of an elite unit.

Seeing it pass, Prameswara turned around and looked at Anton with a strange look. Although he did not ask anything, Anton felt that the young man's view seemed to be able to see all the secrets he kept. A moment later, the young man sighed, took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and sat back down.

"Barusan, an angry woman came. He said that Mas got him killed, and he wanted Mas dead. Did you kill people in America?" tanyanya slow. There were no charges there at all, only concern appeared in his eyes.

"Lho, I'm the famous doctor there, Mes. I can't kill anyone. I'm not a gangster!" sahut Anton.

If he's a criminal, isn't he? After all, since he was famous in the medical world, the number of dead patients on his hands was practically non-existent. This is his pride!

"Lha but that woman was a bule you know, Mas. Said her name was Deborah..."

Good Lord God!!!